You Look Marvelous Lyrics

Saludos, my darlings

And you know who you are

Come on, let's mingle

So nice to see you

Throw your hips into the air

Like Cyd Charisse and Fred Astaire

Let's crazy go nuts

Just looking into your eyes, darling

I can tell that you have

The legs of a dancer

So bring those legs and the

Rest of your body over here

And be Fernando's private prancer

Darling, I got to tell you something

And I don't say this to everybody

You look marvelous

Absolutely marvelous

You know, my dear

My father used to say to me

Nando, don't be a schnook

It's not how you feel

It's how you look

He was marvelous but you, darling

You look marvelous

Absolutely marvelous

And this is from my heart

Which is deep inside my body

It is better to look good

Than to feel good

Get down (that's right)

(Fernando) darlings

(Who's marvelous) try me

(Cyndi Lauper) marvelous

(Tina Turner) still marvelous

(Jayne Meadows) she's marvelous

(Grace Jones) humongous

(Cher) marvelous

(Chaka Khan) marvelous

(Vanity) marvelous

(Appolonia) ditto

(Madonna) her belly button

Is absolutely marvelous

I'm about to lose control

And I think I like it

Oh, look, there's Sting

Looking for his last name in the dip

I am what love is all about

I've got American teeth

And a Spanish mouth

Please, hold me

While I tango

So, my dear, it's been a blast
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You were not my first

You won't be my last

Ciao, I got to mambo

Nothing lasts forever, darling

But it's not the end of the world

When I was fired by Paramount

They were still MGM

I love you young people today

With your rock and roll

Like an Eddie Van Heflin

(Van Halen) whatever

When I look into your eyes, darling

I see the reflection of me

Look at me dancing around in there

I look marvelous

Absolutely marvelous

You know, darling, I love dancing

Dancing to me is like

Standing still, only faster

Do you know what I'm saying to you

My dear, do you understand

The term, full grown midget

Must be me

There are eight million stories

In the naked city, darling

Let's be two of them

I'm kidding you, I'm a kidder

Let's you and I go back

To my private hideaway

Put on some soft music

I'll put on my Spiderman pajamas

And we'll do things I'm gonna

Tell my friends we did anyway

Darling, I'm worried about

The Cabbage Patch Kids

I mean, when they grow up

Will they be confused that these

People are not their real parents

You know, I went to a Madonna concert

And the people come dressed like her

With the navel showing and the brassiere

And the ties with the pantyhose

And the beauty mark

And these were some of the guys

I tell you, this rock and roll

Is really nuts

If a train is leaving Chicago

At eleven A.M. in the morning

With five thousand pounds of bluefish

And another train is leaving Phoenix

At exactly the same time and

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